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I told myself that everything good takes time, but I don't know how much I believed it. I stepped forward into the light and tried to forget the darkness of my past experiences, but a bulge of darkness Walked with me. It's a strange journey-- the initial days of grief where  you know that you need to move on, but the inability to. The consistent self talk that flutter from one end of your mind to the other,the reassurances passed to your reflection in the mirror, the fake smiles, followed by an 'I am okay, really',to your careful friends with worry in their eyes. You take each step, as though you have shackles around your ankles, and you don't find anyone other than the distant hum of your own heart telling you to keep going, to keep fighting. Then you see the light A slight flucker at the end of the tunnel; it is your saviour, your way through it all. And you grip on to the hope that you find along the way, the FRIENDS,the LESSONS, the ADVENTURES,the TEARS,the ...

This is a rare breed of people  that go all in They keep their word,they give it all, they go the extra mile for those they care for. These individuals hardly ever receive the same passion & effort in return. Yet they never change and always give their all, hoping that one day maybe, just maybe they find someone as rare as them to love them as fiercely and with as much devotion. To the givers & forgivers out there,keep being beautiful. Don't Let this cold world change you. Take advantage of every little moment you are given.

Healing your Soul If you want to Know  Where to find your Contribution to the world, Look at your wounds. When you learn how to heal them, teach others.